When You Wake Up Page #3

Well I can guarantee they're already looking

for you or already started looking...

...probably with the police.

They're not looking for me.

I'm not the most important

thing in her life.

What do you mean you're not

the most important thing?

How can a mother not care?

Well...

She drinks...

...and lately-a lot.

Well, God, I mean, we all drink...

I also have a drink once in a while.

One or two shot here and there.

God, it happens, but this...

Crap, this is ridiculous.

Listen, where did you say you're from?

From, from, Teliai, or that ilut...

ilut?

Well almost-from Saugos.

OK, we'll think of something.

Just don't you worry.

We'll get out of this somehow.

Do you at least want to eat?

Yeah, that wouldn't be bad.

Right?

OK... we can go and we'll find something...

we'll get something to eat.

Because I, for one, could

go for a shitburger.

Yeah...

Well yeah...

Not good, not good.

Of course, the concert

was free last night...

You obviously don't have

anything either, right?

Here, we'll take this.

Watch.

Hold this for a second.

Thanks.

I hope you're not planning

on selling your guitar?

Me? What, are you kidding?

For me to sell it...

My mom gave this to me.

And I came up with so many hits on it.

You'll see.

Come on, let's go.

What are you doing?

I happen to be ultra-popular...

...and everyone knows me here.

It would be really uncool if

anyone recognized me when...

...when I play on the street for a few

minutes and we collect so much money, kid...

...that we can eat this much.

Get back a little, go over

there, sit on that bench.

Don't embarrass me.

Yeah...

There on the hill, where the goats graze

Kaldi baldi kaldi balda

And we were attacked by crabs

Kaldi baldi kaldi balda

An old cannon is not artillery

Kaldi baldi kaldi balda

Hurting a girl is not a miracle

Kaldi baldi kaldi...

What's so funny?

Punk, you know, I'm embarrassed for you.

I don't care what you think, kid.

You sit right there, quietly.

Sit, sit, sit...

...and watch how the pros do it.

Ok.

You can't cut bread with a fork

Kaldi baldi kaldi balda

You can't sh*t in someone else's pants...

...finished school but never had a job.

And you know?

I know, I checked it out and

didn't find anything, you know...

Oh, look, that's that musician.

You call him a musician...

Punk, with that "hey, redneck

with the black leather jacket"...

No, come on, he's just some

bum who's high on something.

I'm telling you.

Punk's a star, I saw him on TV.

Well, a while ago, but still...

I'll bet you.

Yeah? What for?

New Year's, if I win, you're on duty.

OK.

Ah, we'll find something

to hassle him about?

What, like it's the first time?

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